Traveling

I’m traveling through life.

The world is swimming by in a

Blur of green and blue and work.

I’m falling from nowhere to nowhere and

It feels like standing still,

But I know I’m traveling because

I never seem to recognize myself.

Mirrors in this place move

Faster than time and I

can’t see what I meant to be,

back when I took my first step.

So I must be traveling

but sometimes,

I feel so stuck.

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